My family consists of my mom, Sri Priya, and me (everyone calls her Priya). My father divorced her before I was born. We lived in a 2 BHK house in Ind...ia before we moved to the UK.She worked in a private bank as Zonal Manager. She is 48 years old now. She is fair and cute and has an average body like normal Indian of her age. Normally she wears saree. I never had a lust for her, but I have a love for her. It happened 5 years back. I was introduced to and sex stories from my friends. One day I. Whatever you do, DON’T ANSWER THAT DOOR!” I cautioned Eddie, who was a bit nervous and scared by now.“How much of my blood do you need?” Eddie asked me, more than a little confused and terrified by now.“Just enough to heal this wound right here. Another plus, of course, is that we’ll be connected, so if you’re in danger or I am, we can know it right away, right?” I pointed out.“True. How long until you’re safe and I’m safe?” Eddie worried.“You’ll see. There, sorry to have to take so much of. This got a shy smile and a nod from Lisa. She moved across to kneel between my legs, hands stroking up and down the legs, over and over, from knees to inner thighs, stopping inches before my wetness. She leaned forward slightly, to better see my hidden pleasure cave.With my legs tied wide, she could see my pussy, pulled open, moist and available to touch and tease, the clit already swollen and erect, there to just reach out and touch.Her hand reached out to touch it, squeezing it between strong. When the bag was empty Mary noted the time. She had used 7 minutes. She had nothing to do but stand around with her swollen belly and fight the urge to let it out. She saw herself in the mirror. What a pathetic sight. Her hair was a mess, no make-up, bloated stomach and she was shivering from the cold water filling her. Her body was lean and muscular and her breasts were firm and capped with hard swollen nipples. Her pussy was bare and she could see the moisture on its lips and on her thighs..